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THE MOTHER'S GIFT

My little babe! God errant thy tender feci On life's rotijrh read be never bruised or ■■■ore: These liny hands be strong some day to meet The common ills- mankind, lias me! before. Jtv stalwart bov' V\'itli wonder-r.prn eyes T'eerinj; into the future. Oh. ir,n<- you Fres- forward valiant, while thy mother sighs. And. broken-hearted, sees you pa,s from view. Oil. mother's man! Calm, resolute, and st ron a. hi life's stern battle y-;u shall tnke joul nliiee. Eager for pood, first in the Vnvsy throng. And keen to uin an honorable place. Oh. soldier sen! With undiminished fire. Marr.hin*: away i'nr Empire and for Kin?. While !. the mother, sit. beside the pyre Of joys half dead and hopes all smoulder in;;. Oh, babe oi mine! I pive yon freely t<-i: (Jed {.'rant you strruirth to ttu'lte—■Ftriiisr'nt si ern, ; ud swift. The son'owhc; inc.!her who pave life to you Sends to the Kim; hc-r baby as a gift. CLAUDE L. JEWEL!* Auckland.

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THE MOTHER'S GIFT, Evening Star, Issue 15700, 14 January 1915

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THE MOTHER'S GIFT Evening Star, Issue 15700, 14 January 1915

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